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 Peru and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.