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 Chile and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.