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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.