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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.