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 India and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.