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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.