Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
ABC,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.