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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.