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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
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 Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.