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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Faust,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.