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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.