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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.