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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.