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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.