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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.