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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.