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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.