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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nils Olav 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.