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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.