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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.