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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.