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 Cape Verde 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.