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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.