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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.