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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.