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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.