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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.