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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Lyres,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.