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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.