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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
a-ha,
Jandek,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.