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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.