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 India and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 World's Most to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.