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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.