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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Can,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.