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 South Africa 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.