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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
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Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.