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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.