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 Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.