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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.