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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.