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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.