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 Israel and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.