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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Fear,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.