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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.