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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.