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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Brick,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.