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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.