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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.