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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.