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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.