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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.