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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.