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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.