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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.