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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.