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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.