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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Wire,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.