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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.