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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.