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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.