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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.