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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.