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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.