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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.