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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.