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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.