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 Madrid.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.