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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.