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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.