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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.