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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.