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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.