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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.