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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.