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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.