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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Index,
Gong,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.