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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.