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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.