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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Fear,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.