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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.