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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.