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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.