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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.