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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.