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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.