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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Litter to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.