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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.