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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.