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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.