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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
the Human League,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.