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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.