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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.