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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Pole,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.