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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Gories,
The Busters,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.