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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.