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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.