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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.