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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.