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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.