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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.