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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.