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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.