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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.