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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.