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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.