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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.