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 Belize 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.