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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Wire,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.