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 Benin 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.