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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Visage,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.