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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 JFA 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.