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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.