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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.