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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
the Slits,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.