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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.