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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.