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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.