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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.