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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.