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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.