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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.