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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Nas,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Supertramp,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.