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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.