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 Greece and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.