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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.