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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.