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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.