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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.