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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Nas,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.