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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.