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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Index,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.