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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.