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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.