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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.