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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.