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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.