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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.