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 Cuba and from London.
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 Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.