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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.