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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.