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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.