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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.