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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
PIL,
The Move,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Can,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.