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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.