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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.