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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.