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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.