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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.