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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.