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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.