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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.