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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Deakin,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.