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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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 Fugs,
X-101,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.