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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Remains,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.