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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.