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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
UT,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.