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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.