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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
New Order,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.