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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.