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 North and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Fall,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.