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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
cv313,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.