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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.