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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.