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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.