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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.