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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Television,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.