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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.