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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.