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 Senegal and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.