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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.