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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Television,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.