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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.