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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.