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 Laos 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Josef K,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Index,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.