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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Fear,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.