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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.