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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Television,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.