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 India and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Glenn Branca 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.