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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.