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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.