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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.