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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.