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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.