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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.