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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.