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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
X-102,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.