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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
JFA,
the Slits,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.