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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Monks,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.