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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.