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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Q65,
10cc,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.