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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
June Days,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.