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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.