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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.