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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
UT,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.