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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
This Heat,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.