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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.