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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.