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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.