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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.