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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Moebius,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.