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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Niagra,
PIL,
JFA,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.