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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.