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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.