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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.