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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Hoover,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.