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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.