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 Dominica and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.