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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.