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 Barbados and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.