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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Interpol,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.