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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.