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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
The Slits,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.