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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.