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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.