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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Soulsonic Force 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.