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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.