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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.