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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Victims to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fugs,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.