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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.