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 Libya 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.