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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.