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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.