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 Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.