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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.