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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Happenings to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.