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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.