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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Niagra,
Can,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.