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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.