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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.