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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.