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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.