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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.