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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Monks,
Index,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.