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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.