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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
ABC,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Brick,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.