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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.