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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.