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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.