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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.