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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.