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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.