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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.