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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.