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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.