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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.