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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.