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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.