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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.