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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
The Saints,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.