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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.