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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.