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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.