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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.