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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.