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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.