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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Smog,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.