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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Scion,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.