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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.