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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.