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 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.