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 Peru 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Lyres,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.