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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.