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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Magma,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.