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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.