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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.