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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.