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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
PIL,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.