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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.