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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
the Association,
Cymande,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.