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 Tajikistan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.