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 Malta and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.