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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Wings,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.