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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.