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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
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.