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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.