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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.