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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.