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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Simply Red,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.