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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.