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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Smog,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
CMW,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
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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.