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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.