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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.