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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.