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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.