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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.