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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.