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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.