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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.