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 France and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.