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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.