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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.