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 Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 MC5 to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Index,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.