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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.