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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.