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 Iran and from Lille.
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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Magma,
Scion,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Index,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.