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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
UT,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.