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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Move,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Q65,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.