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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Nico,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.