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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.