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 Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.