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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.