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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.