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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Fear,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.