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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.