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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.