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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.