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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.