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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.