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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.