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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.