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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.