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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.