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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.