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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.