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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.