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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Skaos,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.