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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Kayak,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.