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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.