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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.