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 Niger and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.