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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.