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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Nico,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.