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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.