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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.