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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.