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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Audionom,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.