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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.