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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Ten City,
New Order,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.