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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Television,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.