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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.