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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.