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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.