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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
ABC,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.