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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.