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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
the Association,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.