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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.