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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Index,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
cv313,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.