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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.