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 Haiti and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.