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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.