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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.