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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.