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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.