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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Model 500,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.