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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.