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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
ABC,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.