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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Starr to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.