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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.