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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.