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 Austria and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.