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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.