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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.