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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.