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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.