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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Index,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.