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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.