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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.