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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.