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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.