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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.