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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.