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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.