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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Pole,
Sandy B,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.