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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.