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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.