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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.