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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.