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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.