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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.