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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.