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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.