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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hashim 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Standells,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.