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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.