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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.