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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.