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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.