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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Index,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.