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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.