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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.