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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.