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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
CMW,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.