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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.