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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
UT,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.