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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Television,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.