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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.