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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.