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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.