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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.