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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.