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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.