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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
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.