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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.