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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.