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 Australia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.