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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.