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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.