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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.