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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.