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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.