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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.