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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.