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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.