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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.