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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.