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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.