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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harmonia 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.