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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.