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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.