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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.