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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.