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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.