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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.