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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Index,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.