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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.