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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Magma,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.