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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.