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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
UT,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.