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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Faust,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Swans,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.