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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.