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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.