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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.