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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.