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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.