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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.