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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Wire,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.