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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.