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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.