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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.