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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Mars,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.