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 Monaco and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.