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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Organ,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.