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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.