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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
The Names,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.