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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Smog,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.