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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.