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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
the Germs,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.