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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.