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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
cv313,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.