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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
UT,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.