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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.