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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s 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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
ABC,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.