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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.