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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.