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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Sparks,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.