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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.