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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.