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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.