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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.