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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.