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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.