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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
The Human League,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.