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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
ABC,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.