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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.