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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.