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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.