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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.