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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.