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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Faust,
Gong,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.