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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.