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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.