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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.