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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.