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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
CMW,
Quantec,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.