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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.