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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.