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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.