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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.