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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.