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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Suicide,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.