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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Japan to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Nas,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.