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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.