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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.