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 Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.