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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Mars,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.