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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.