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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.