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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.