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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Fear,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.