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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.