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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.