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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.