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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.