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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.