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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.