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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.