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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.