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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.