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 Iran 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.