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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
UT,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.