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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Wings,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.