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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.