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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Television,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.