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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.