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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.