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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
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,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.