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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.