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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.