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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.