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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.