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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.