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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.