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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.