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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.