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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.