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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.