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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.