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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Shoche,
Monks,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.