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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.