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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Technova,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.