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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.