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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.