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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.